Having escaped famine, I was accepted into Hogwarts.

Chapter 199 Holy crap! Box

The next day, Sirius opened his eyes in a daze at the camp. What happened to him last night?

I think I was planning to infiltrate Hogwarts. To be honest, at that time I really just wanted to cause trouble for that damned traitor.

Then I ran into a night owl student...

I regret it now. I'll definitely wait until the History of Magical Arts to go next time. After all, these days, young wizards in the History of Magical Arts are definitely sleeping much better than those in the early morning.

He struggled to his feet, looked around, and realized that he was now in the camp, so the person who had rescued him must have been Grindelwald.

However, it seems Grindelwald isn't here right now. I'll thank him when he gets back.

Sirius then sat on the tree stump with his legs wrapped around his waist, intending to wait quietly for Grindelwald to return from his hunting trip.

What's that saying again? Men who can hunt are the most handsome.

However, this wait lasted until the evening of the next day.

In a moment of madness, Dumbledore was so engrossed in his own world that he only remembered to take Grindelwald back to the headmaster's office, while selectively ignoring Sirius Black and leaving him at the camp.

Perhaps it was because he learned the true story of the Sirius Black incident from Grindelwald, or perhaps he had always known it.

Or perhaps there are no such reasons, but simply a strange feeling that without Sirius Black, this semester would be a bit boring.

The two old geezers just left Sirius alone in the camp. Unlike the deserted camp, where there wasn't even a sound, the Great Hall of Hogwarts was bustling with activity at this moment.

Because Sirius Black previously infiltrated the Gryffindor tower and, instead of speaking politely, chose to cleave the Fat Lady's picture frame with a sharp blade...

In short, the entire school is now in a state of panic.

In the Great Hall, amidst the many flat sleeping bags, there was a lone pointed tent. To be honest, he felt a little guilty. If he had been more careful when he caught Sirius, for example, by placing the unconscious Sirius in front instead of behind him, Hogwarts might not have had this incident.

Kane, who had been lying in the tent for less than three minutes, sat up straight again. He still had to go to Dumbledore's office to check on things. Dumbledore had said he was going to track down the person who rescued Sirius Black, and he wondered how the investigation was going.

And so he walked toward the headmaster's office, passed the doorman and came to the door. Just as he was about to knock, he suddenly remembered that Dumbledore had said, quite helplessly, after he woke him up, that he didn't need to knock to enter his office.

And it wasn't just said once...

This... is a bit impolite, but... after all, that's what Dumbledore requires, so I won't knock.

Then he reached out and grabbed the doorknob, pushing the door open.

Kane's pale face regained a touch of color in the dim, warm light of the principal's office, and his dark eyes reflected an unbelievable scene.

san: 0...

The next moment was a frightening and brutal sound of something crashing down the stairs, followed by the clanging sound of air pressure created by a mantis shrimp flying at full speed shattering all the glass in the corridor.

Finally, a long, hoarse scream rang out: "Holy shit!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

The poor tower and corridors have returned to silence.

That night, Kane planned to stay at the Leaky Cauldron in Diagon Alley, but fearing that such a place was within the magical world's influence and that Dumbledore might come looking for him to kill him, he quickly rode his flying broomstick from the northernmost part of Scotland to an unknown Muggle inn in the southernmost part of England and stayed there.

I plan to rest tonight and then head abroad tomorrow. Germany, France, America, Italy are all fine, but England and Scotland are two scary places I absolutely cannot stay in!

When Kane woke up the next day, he sat on the bed and slowly let out a sigh. The guesthouse offered a free breakfast, which he ate with the host family.

So after tidying up the room, he went downstairs to see what delicious food the host had prepared. However, he had just reached the top of the stairs when he heard a familiar voice.

Dumbledore was smiling and using all sorts of cloying and abstract language, as horribly sweet as industrial saccharin, to coax the landlady of the inn into a frenzy.

Another somewhat thin elderly man in a black suit patiently asked the guesthouse owner all sorts of strange and unusual questions.

Kane has only one thought right now.

Holy crap! Box!

At that moment, Dumbledore also saw Kane. He waved gently at Kane, who gave a smile that looked more like a grimace, and shuffled over with his leaden legs.

"Don't worry, Kane, we can speak freely. I used a very interesting Confusion Charm, so these two lovely gentlemen and ladies will only hear a heartwarming conversation between grandparents and grandchildren."

Kane gave an unpleasant smile: "Honestly, I don't want to talk right now, nor do I feel warm."

Dumbledore glanced at Grindelwald with a hint of helplessness: "Believe me, I was just discussing the guardianship of a minor wizard with him."

Kane covered his face. "I'd much rather discuss Professor McGonagall with you, or Professor Sprout... or even Mrs. Pomfrey?"

"Don't overreact, Kane. This is England after all. And I think the reason you're reacting so strongly is because you're too sensitive, like you often do. A little chocolate will do the trick." Dumbledore reached out and helped Kane to a seat, pushing the hot chocolate milk that the host had made in front of Kane.

Kane picked up the chocolate milk with trembling hands, took a small sip, savored its rich aroma, and slowly regained some of his sanity.

Then he placed the chocolate milk in front of him steadily and glanced at Dumbledore sideways.

Although his expression still held a hint of misery, Dumbledore could still glean the information he needed from it...

I'm waiting for your explanation.

This certainly needs an explanation, and Dumbledore must have explained it through experiments.

He pointed to the thin old man in a black suit sitting next to him.

"His name is Gellert Grindelwald."

Kane took a deep breath and murmured, "Gellert Grindelwald."

Grindelwald himself clearly enjoyed the feeling, slowly puffing out his dry chest.

"Who is it?"

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